Patrick R. Penland

(Bellingham, Washington)


Poem by Patrick R. Penland

"Hey, Dad-dee!
You're wonderful!"

Only a child she was
as they romped along,
Not yet debauched by
male incestuous fantasy!

Could the juices capillary,
wine'n dine the proud flesh
teased by the girlish honey?

Would she wilt-- lured,
fluttering and sweating,
trophied by svengali tumescence?
Bug Off! babel, babel
quick and able
take a clay
and bake a fable.

hustle, bustle
dried papyrus
take a note
and let me dawdle.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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